Best Poem of earnest gatuma

Beauty Is Her Name
I remember the first acquaintance with her,
I looked at her with my eyes moved with such motion,
My head felt enlightened with a new discovery: the truth could also be a speculation,
She had opened my eyes and reproved my belief,
'Beauty is for the angels'.

I thought ahead, talking to her would have been . . .
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What Makes Up The Rainbow
Why do you stare at me with those eyes of distinction?
Does my demeanour upset you?
Well listen carefully my dear friend,
I maybe orange, your skin any brighter,
I maybe yellow, your accent way clearer,
I maybe green, your lawn more verdant?
I might be blue, either is your blood?
I maybe purple . . .
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